Chapter 8: Practicing Literature and Martial Arts
A month later, "squeak, squeak", a group of squeaky birds, on a big tree at the entrance of the temple happily chirping, playing, "Hey, hi", two little people under the big tree, legs open, shoulder-width apart, hands into fists, close to the waist, upper body leaning forward, lower body half squatting, motionless and flat tied to the figure-eight horse, let the sweat soak through the clothes, the scorching sun on the head, let the sun shine and rain, still unmoved. "Zama is the foundation of martial arts, and practicing Zama well is the basic skill of practicing martial arts, and the basic skills are not solid enough, and it is impossible to practice martial arts. Practicing martial arts also pays attention to perseverance, the most important thing is persistence, one step at a time, down-to-earth, remember that martial arts training can not be quick success, frivolous and impetuous, otherwise it will only achieve nothing, and it is the same as being a man. The old Taoist priest carefully taught word by word.
"Well, these two apprentices have a good understanding, and they can be taught, and they can be taught. The old Taoist priest who was sitting tightly on the side showed a satisfied smile and said to himself.
In fact, early this morning, before dawn, it was only five watches, Xiao Dongdong and his senior brother Zhang Di got up early, hurriedly washed up, and came to the hall where the master usually meditated and practiced, the old Taoist priest sat on the ground, and Xiao Dongdong was close to the senior brother, sitting under the old Taoist priest, listening attentively to the lecture of the old Taoist master, humbly learning, and being taught seriously.
"Zi said: Sometimes I get used to it, don't I also say it? There are friends from afar, and I am happy? People don't know and are not happy, and they are not gentlemen?"
"Zi said: ......"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and read a sentence, Xiao Dongdong and his senior brother Zhang Di also read a sentence, and also learned that the old Taoist master shook his head and shook his head, and the sound of reading aloud was deafening.
In this way, Xiao Dongdong and his senior brother got up every morning to read and write, and practiced Zama in the afternoon, and such days were repeated day after day.
After the end of a day of study, most of Xiao Dongdong will like to sneak to the small mountain stream behind the Lingxu Temple in the evening, the stream is murmuring, the stream meanders all the way, towards the foot of the mountain, Xiao Dongdong quickly took off his shoes, immersed his feet in the cool and refreshing stream, let the small fish and shrimp in the water kiss the soles of his feet, and the upper body leaned on a stone, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and watched the sun go down comfortably, so that time slowly took away the fatigue of the day, and enjoyed this quiet and beautiful moment. The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.
Xiao Dongdong, as usual, soaked his feet, put on his shoes, and was about to return to Lingxu Temple, when a little white rabbit covered in snow-white fur came out of the grass behind him. The little white rabbit pricked up a pair of ears, rolled a pair of round eyes, and was looking at Xiao Dongdong curiously, but he was not afraid of strangers. When Xiao Dongdong saw this bold and cute little white rabbit, he really liked it in his heart, and thought, why don't you catch it back and raise it as a pet? Xiao Dongdong slowed down, cautiously approached the little white rabbit, opened his hands, and held the little white rabbit in his hand, the little white rabbit was very docile, and did not resist, and kissed Xiao Dongdong's palm affectionately with his mouth. Xiao Dongdong gently stroked the soft fur of the little white rabbit.
"Chirp", the little white rabbit jumped away from Xiao Dongdong's hand and landed on the ground with an arrow step. He looked back at Xiao Dongdong step by step, with expectation in his eyes, as if beckoning to Xiao Dongdong, "Little handsome guy, please come with me!" Xiao Dongdong looked at the little white rabbit suspiciously, but when he saw the little white rabbit's eager eyes, he seemed to show, "Come on, little handsome guy, I won't frame you." "Unhurriedly follow behind the little white rabbit.
Along the side of the stream, all the way upstream, through a dense grass, Xiao Dongdong struggled to push away the weeds on both sides that were higher than his head, came to the end of the grass, the field of vision gradually broadened, the little white rabbit led Xiao Dongdong, all the way left and right, left and right, and finally came to the destination - in front of a hidden cave, only to see the grass at the entrance of the cave, the cave was pitch black, and there was no end in sight, giving people a deep and terrifying feeling, Xiao Dongdong only felt a chill from behind, and suddenly the wind gusted, and he didn't feel creepy.